On the surface today's verse paints the women of Kapilavastu, for all their sorrow, in a beautiful light.

But when today's verse is understood, below the surface, as painting a picture of Zen monks practising sitting-meditation (in a lair of Dharma-kings), then we are talking of beauty on a whole other level -- whether it be higher or deeper.

The former beauty is like the beauty of Sundarī, as described by Aśvaghoṣa in Canto 3 of his epic tale of Beautiful Happiness.

For her grace and beauty, she was called Lovely Sundarī; for her headstrong pride, Sulky Māninī; / And for her sparkle and spirit, Beautiful Bhāminī. So that she was called by three names. // SN4.3 // She of smiles like the bars of a bar-headed-goose, of eyes like black bees, and swelling breasts like the upward jutting buds of a lotus, / Shimmered all the more, a lotus-pool in female form, with the rising of a kindred luminary, the sun-like Nanda. // SN4.4 //

The latter beauty is like the beauty realized by Nanda, as described by the Buddha himself in the concluding canto of his epic tale of Beautiful Happiness:

How great it is that you have reached the deepest tranquillity, like a man making it through a wasteland and gaining possession of treasure. / For everybody in the flux of saṁsāra is afflicted by fear, just like a man in a wasteland. // SN18.32 // 'When shall I see Nanda settled, given over to the living of a forest beggar's life?', / So thinking, I had harboured from the start the desire to see you thus. What a wonderful sight you are for me to behold! // 18.33 // For even an unlovely sort is a sight to behold when he is well-adorned with his own best features. / But a man who is full of the befouling faults, strikingly beautiful man though he may be, is truly ugly. //SN18.34 //

Speaking for myself also – and I suspect it is a symptom of getting older, without necessarily having got any wiser – these days I see the epitome of beauty in a youtube clip of Monty Roberts or Cesar Millan bringing a fearful horse or an anxious dog back into a state of deep tranquillity. What I especially like is those episodes of The Dog Whisperer (like this one, from 10 minutes in) when Cesar's erstwhile sidekick, the pit bull terrier known as Daddy, enters into the frame and changes everything just by being his unworried canine self.

We human beings like to discuss peace in the abstract, just like I am doing right now. Buddhists and non-Buddhists alike lie to ourselves and others, purporting to be pursuers of peace. If we are really stupid we follow a teacher, or join an organization, whose stated aim is peace... and then get sucked into political in-fighting and bickering. “This is the true way to peace, the way of the yellow hats. Other ways, like the way of the blue hats and the red hats, are not the true way to peace.” The pit bull terrier known as Daddy, whatever deficits he may have had on the intellectual level, never made that mistake at all. Here is another clip of Daddy in action (from about 12 minutes in), demonstrating how to deal with a wolf-dog approaching him with a dominant attitude. So beautiful it could bring tears to a bloke's eyes!